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Watching: Baron Blood

Knitting: A hat with a devil's trap

Reading: Shock: The Black Dog of Bungay

Listening to: "Boss' Daughter" by Pop Evil


Guy #1 who saw me knitting: So, how many cats do you have?
Me: None.
Guy #1: Yet.
Me: My cat died about a year ago.
Guy #2 to first guy: Dude.

My favourite game is pretending it’s Helo who doesn’t know how to interact with the world instead of Gadreel. Poor confused, cylon-loving, temporally displaced father of mitochondrial Eve.

crossroadscastiel:

omg, thank you neven-ebrez for bringing this to my attention! Hello demon!Dean foreshadowing!!!

dudewheresmypie:

Can’t you see it? Can’t you read it in their smiles? In every word spoken and even more in those unsaid. Look at their faces. How long has it been since we’ve seen them smile? Really, truly smile? And we know it’s not fake, cause they can’t even see each other, but they’ll smile nonetheless. It’s real and and it’s pure. It’s there in gentle teasing and quiet memories. It’s in a simple question. How are you, Dean? Well, in front of Sam he’ll shake that question easy enough, never was one for chick flick moments you know. But you can see what it means to him, how he’s still surprised that anyone would even care, and how much it means to him that Cas would bother to ask. It’s love. That’s what’s there, and if you can’t see it you must have your eyes closed. Because there’s not one second of this that says otherwise. And when Cas speaks, and there it is again. I miss life on the road, I miss the smell of worn leather and whiskey, I miss you.

weaklys:

cucumberkake:

That’s fucking ridiculous. No one should have to wait 458 days for their fucking LUGGAGE.

done

d o n e

wildparsnip:

my mom is on the phone with my dad (a microbiologist) and she told him “go to bed, turn off the computer, and just, just don’t do science. don’t do any science”

jimmkirk:

boys may come and go but star trek is forever

(Source: zanegarretts)

officialfrenchtoast:

"gonna sell these kids some drugs"

(Source: jajaneenee)